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apparent. No longer could words be 

 withheld: "Je vois un orignal avec une 

 panache magnifique." The men looked, 

 and looked in vain. Natural politeness 

 forbade dissent, but it was none the less 

 evident that assent was withheld. The 

 canoe crept along the opposite side, 

 one pair of eyes, aided by the Zeiss 

 binocular, intent upon the antlers, en- 

 deavouring to appraise their spread, 

 conformation and palmation, two others 

 scanning the shore line intently. Four 

 hundred yards, three hundred and fifty, 

 three hundred: and now the bowman 

 says in the muffled voice of the woods, 

 "Ah, entre les deux epinettes." What 

 now to do? Shooting from the canoe 

 was impossible, with such a sea running. 

 A retreat, followed by an approach up 

 wind in full view of the animal, was a 

 manoeuvre which could scarcely be con- 

 ducted without alarming him, and invit- 

 ing his quiet departure to convenient 

 cover, but one could not fire at "horns 

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